crappy not worth reading.

crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
crappy.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap
y.

who am i? i am nobody.

i just feel super crappy. i should go to sleep. it's 15 after 3 in the morning.

i shouldnt post this in this blog. didnt fit the pofile.

but i just feel crappy. couldn't care less. i want to stare right into your eyes, try to tower over you, -i know i would need to tiptoe- and scream it to your face, 'you know, right? you know.' and i want to make it as accusative as possible.

i am talking to you. yes you.

YOU KNOW, RIGHT? YOU KNOW.

im too tired. but i just cant get an effing sleep.

these measly things are being thought over too much to do any good. demit.

and him. he cant even say it when he disagree. crumbs. hek. 

Oh. you stupid orthodox. go to sleep now. please.

or i would have to knock you dead my self.